Holiday in Stone Creek

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by Linda Lael Miller


  So Tanner gave the boy a ridiculous amount of money for the puppies, and Sophie scared them half to death with a squeal of delight, and they loaded up the grub and the dogs and headed back to Starcross Ranch.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  OLIVIA HADN’T BEEN ABLE to track Ashley down, even after hunting all over town, and no emergency veterinary calls came in, either. She had her hair cut at the Curly-Q, bought some groceries and cleaning supplies at the supermarket, then she and Charlie Brown went home.

  Ginger was waiting on the back porch when she arrived, balls of snow clinging to her legs and haunches from the walk across the very white field between Olivia’s place and Tanner’s.

  “It’s about time you got here,” the dog said, rising off her nest of blankets next to the drier.

  Freezing, Olivia hustled through the kitchen door and set Charlie Brown on the table, root-bound in his bulky plastic pot. “You’re the one who insisted on staying at Starcross,” she said before going back out for the bags from the hardware store and supermarket.

  A pool of melted snow surrounded Ginger when Olivia finished carrying everything inside. After setting the last of the bags on the counter, she threw an old towel into the drier to warm it up and adjusted the thermostat for the temperamental old furnace. She started a pot of coffee—darn, she should have picked up a new brewing apparatus at the hardware store—and filled Ginger’s kibble bowl.

  While the dog ate and the coffee brewed, Olivia fished the towel out of the drier and knelt on the scuffed and peeling linoleum floor to give Ginger a rubdown.

  “Were they out of good Christmas trees?” Ginger asked, eyeing Charlie Brown, whose sparse branches seemed to droop a little at the insult.

  “Be nice,” Olivia whispered. “You’ll hurt his feelings.”

  “I suppose I should be happy that you’re decorating this year,” Ginger answered, giving Olivia’s face an affectionate lick as thanks for the warm towel. “Since you’re so Christmas-challenged and all.”

  Olivia stood, chuckling. “I saw these stick-on reindeer antlers for dogs at the hardware store,” she said. “They have jingle bells and they light up. Treat me right or I’ll buy you a pair, take your picture and post it on the internet.”

  Ginger sighed. She hated costumes.

  A glance at the clock told Olivia she had an hour before she was due at Starcross for supper. After her shower, she decided, she’d dig through her closet and bureau drawers again, and find something presentable to wear, so Sophie wouldn’t think she was a rube.

  Ginger padded after her, jumped up onto her un-made bed and curled up in the middle. Olivia laid out clean underwear, her second-best pair of jeans and a red sweatshirt from two years ago, when Ashley had been on a fabric-painting kick. It had a cutesy snowman on the front, with light-up eyes, though the battery was long dead.

  Toweling off after her shower and pulling on her clothes quickly, since even with the thermostat up, the house was drafty, Olivia told Ginger about the invitation to Starcross.

  “I’ll stay here,” Ginger said. “Reinforcements have arrived.”

  “What kind of reinforcements?” Olivia asked, peering at Ginger through the neck hole as she tugged the sweatshirt on over her head.

  “You’ll see,” Ginger answered, her eyes already at half-mast as she drifted toward sleep. “Take your kit with you.”

  “Is Butterpie sick?” Olivia asked, alarmed.

  “No,” came the canine reply. “I would have told you right away if she was. But you’ll need the kit.”

  “Okay,” Olivia said.

  Ginger’s snore covered an octave, somewhere in the alto range.

  Olivia wasn’t musical.

  AT SIX O’CLOCK, straight up, she drove up in front of the ranch house at Starcross. Colored lights glowed through the big picture window, a cheering sight in the snow-flecked twilight.

  Bringing her medical kit as far as the porch, Olivia set it down and knocked.

  Sophie opened the door, her small face as bright as the tree lights. The scents of piney sap and something savory cooking or cooling added to the ambience.

  “Wait till you see what we got at the supermarket!” Sophie whooped, half dragging Olivia over the threshold.

  Tanner stood framed in the entrance to the living room, one shoulder braced against the woodwork. He wore a blue Henley shirt, with a band around the neck instead of a collar, open at the throat, and jeans that looked as though they’d seen some decent wear. “Yeah,” he drawled with an almost imperceptible roll of his eyes, “wait till you see.”

  A puppy bark sounded from behind him.

  “You didn’t,” Olivia said, secretly thrilled.

  “There are two of them!” Sophie exulted as the pair gamboled around Tanner to squirm and yip at Olivia’s feet.

  She crouched immediately, laughing and ruffling small, warm ears. So this was the reason Ginger had wanted her to bring the kit. These were mongrels, not purebreds, up to date on their vaccinations before they left the kennel, and they’d need their shots.

  “I named them Snidely and Whiplash,” Sophie said. “After the villain in The Dudley Do-Right Show.”

  “I suggested Going and Gone,” Tanner interjected humorously, “but the kid wouldn’t go for it.”

  “Which is which?” Olivia asked Sophie, ignoring Tanner’s remark. Her heart was beating fast—did this mean he was thinking of staying on at Starcross after the shelter was finished?

  “That’s Snidely,” Sophie said, pointing to the puppy with gold fur. They looked like some kind of collie-shepherd-retriever mix. “The spotted one is Whiplash.”

  “Let’s just have a quick look at them,” Olivia suggested. “My kit is on the porch. Would you get it for me, please?”

  Sophie rushed to comply.

  “Going and Gone?” Olivia asked very softly, watching Tanner. Now that she’d shifted, she could see the blue spruce behind him, in front of the snow-laced picture window.

  But Sophie was back before he could answer.

  “Later,” he mouthed, and his eyes looked so serious that some of the spontaneous Christmas magic drifted to the floor like tired fairy dust.

  Olivia examined the puppies, pronounced them healthy and gave them each their first round of shots. They were “box” puppies, giveaways, and that invariably meant they’d had no veterinary care at all.

  “Does that hurt them?” Sophie asked, her blue eyes wide as she watched Olivia inject serum into the bunched-up scruffs of their necks with a very small needle. They’d all gathered in the living room, near the fragrant tree and the fire dancing on the hearth, Olivia employing the couch as an examining table.

  “No,” she said gently, putting away her doctor gear. “The injections will prevent distemper and parvo, among other things. The diseases would hurt, and these girls will need to be spayed as soon as they’re a little older.”

  Sophie nodded solemnly. “They wet on the floor,” she said, “but I promised Dad I’d clean up after them myself.”

  “Good girl,” Olivia said. “If you take them outside every couple of hours, they’ll get the idea.” Her gaze was drawn to Tanner, but she resisted. Going and Gone? The names didn’t bode well. Had he actually brought these puppies home intending to get rid of them as soon as Sophie went back to school?

  No, she thought. He couldn’t have. He couldn’t be that cold.

  There was lasagna for supper, and salad. Sophie talked the whole time they were eating, fairly bouncing in her chair while the puppies tumbled and played under the table, convinced they had a home.

  Even though she was hungry, Olivia couldn’t eat much.

  When the meal was over, Sophie and Olivia put on coats and went out to the barn to see Butterpie and Shiloh while Tanner, strangely quiet, stayed behind to clean up the kitchen.

  “We bought a new saddle for Butterpie,” Sophie said excitedly as they entered the hay-scented warmth of the barn. “And Dad’s having all the stalls fixed up so Aunt Tessa’s ho
rses will be comfortable here.”

  “Aunt Tessa?” Olivia asked, admiring the saddle. She’d had one much like it as a young girl; Big John had bought it for her thirteenth birthday, probably secondhand and at considerable sacrifice to the budget.

  Now, she thought sadly, she didn’t even own a horse.

  “Tessa’s my dad’s sister. She has a whole bunch of horses, and she’s getting a divorce, so Dad sent her money to come out here to Arizona.” Sophie drew a breath and rushed on. “Maybe you saw her on TV. She starred in California Women for years—and a whole bunch of shows before that.”

  Olivia remembered the series, though she didn’t watch much television. Curiously, her viewing was mostly limited to the holidays—she always tried to catch It’s a Wonderful Life, The Bishop’s Wife and, of course, A Charlie Brown Christmas.

  “I think I’ve seen it once or twice,” she said, but she couldn’t place Tessa’s character.

  Sophie sagged a little as she opened Butterpie’s stall. “I think Dad’s going to ask Aunt Tessa to stay here and look after Starcross Ranch and Shiloh and the puppies after he leaves,” she said.

  “Oh,” Olivia said, deflated but keeping up a game face for Sophie’s sake.

  Butterpie looked fit, and she was eating again.

  “I’m still hoping he’ll change his mind and let me stay here,” Sophie confided quietly. “My education shouldn’t be interrupted—at least we agree on that much—so I get to go to Stone Creek Middle School, starting Monday, until they let out for Christmas vacation.”

  Olivia didn’t know what to say. She had opinions about boarding schools and adopting puppies he didn’t intend to raise, that was for sure, but sharing them with Sophie would be over the line. Satisfied that Butterpie was doing well, she let herself into Shiloh’s stall to stroke his long side.

  He nuzzled her affectionately.

  And her cell phone rang.

  Here it was. The sick-cow call Olivia had been expecting all day.

  But the number on the caller ID panel was Melissa’s private line at the law office. What was she doing working this late, and on a holiday weekend, too?

  “Mel? What’s up?”

  “It’s Ashley,” Melissa said quietly. “She just called me from some Podunk town in Tennessee. She caught the shuttle to the airport early this morning, evidently, and flew out of Phoenix without telling any of us.”

  “Tennessee?” Olivia echoed, momentarily confused. Or was she simply trying to deny what she already knew, deep down?

  “I guess Mom’s living there now,” Melissa said.

  Sophie stepped out of Butterpie’s stall just as Olivia stepped out of Shiloh’s, her face full of concern. They turned their backs on each other to work the latches, securing both horses for the night.

  “Oh, my God,” Olivia said.

  “She’s a wreck,” Melissa went on, sounding as numb as Olivia felt. “Ashley, I mean. Things turned out badly—so badly that Brad’s chartering a jet to go back there and pick up the pieces.”

  Sophie caught hold of Olivia’s arm, steered her to a bale of hay and urged her to sit down.

  She sat, gratefully. Standing up any longer would have been impossible, with her knees shaking the way they were.

  “Should I go get my dad?” Sophie asked.

  Olivia shook her head, then closed her eyes. “What happened, Mel? What did Ashley say on the phone?”

  “She just said she should have listened to you and Brad. She was crying so hard, I could hardly understand her. She told me where she was staying and I called Brad as soon as we hung up.”

  Ashley. The innocent one, the one who believed in happy endings. She’d just run up against an ugly reality, and Olivia was miles away, unable to help her. “I’m going to call Brad and tell him I want to go, too,” she said, about to hang up.

  “I tried that,” Melissa answered immediately. “He said he wanted to handle this alone. My guess is he’s already on his way to Flagstaff to board the jet.”

  Olivia fought back tears of frustration, fury and resignation. “When did Ashley call?” she asked, fighting for composure. Sophie was already plenty worried— the look on her face proved that—and it wouldn’t do to fall apart in front of a child.

  “About half an hour ago. I called Brad right away, and we were on the phone for a long time. As soon as we hung up, I called you.”

  “Thanks,” Olivia said woodenly.

  “Are you all right?” Melissa asked.

  “No,” Olivia replied. “Are you?”

  “No,” Melissa admitted. “And I won’t be until the twin-unit is back home in Stone Creek, where she belongs. I know you want to call Brad and beat your head against a brick wall trying to get him to let you go to Tennessee with him, so I’ll let you go.”

  “Go home,” Olivia told her kid sister. “It’s a holiday weekend and you shouldn’t be working.”

  Melissa’s chuckle sounded more like a sob. Olivia was terrified, so Melissa, what with the twin bond and all, had to be ready to dissolve. “Like you have any room to talk,” she said. “Can I come out to your place, Liv, and spend the night with you and Ginger?”

  “Meet you there,” Olivia said, following up with a goodbye. She speed-dialed Brad in the next moment.

  “No,” he said instead of the customary hello.

  “Where are you?”

  “Almost to Flagstaff. The jet’s waiting. When I know anything, I’ll call you.”

  Clearly, asking him to come back for her, or wait till she could get to the airport, would, as her sister had predicted, be a waste of breath. Besides, Melissa needed her, or she wouldn’t have asked to spend the night.

  “Okay,” Olivia said. A few moments later she shut her cell phone.

  Sophie stood watching her. “Did something bad happen?”

  Olivia stood. Her knees were back in working order, then. That was something. “It’s a family thing,” she said. “Nothing you need to worry about. I have to go home right away, though.”

  Sophie nodded sagely. “Shall I go get your doctor bag?” she asked. “I’ll explain to Dad and everything.”

  “Thanks,” Olivia said, heading for the Suburban.

  Sophie raced for the house, but it was Tanner who brought the medical kit out to her.

  “Anything I can do?” he asked, handing it through the open window of the Suburban.

  Olivia shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

  To her utter surprise, Tanner leaned in, cupped his hand at the back of her head and planted a gentle but electrifying kiss on her mouth. Then he stepped away, and she put the Suburban into gear and drove out.

  TANNER STOOD IN THE COLD, watching Olivia’s taillights disappear in the thickening snowfall.

  The shimmering colors on the Christmas tree in the front room seemed to mock him through the steam-fogged glass. Whatever Olivia’s problem was, he probably couldn’t make it right. It was a “family thing,” according to Sophie’s breathless report, and he wasn’t family.

  He shoved his hands into his hip pockets—he hadn’t bothered with a coat—and thought about, of all things, the puppies. There was no way he could ask Olivia to find them homes after he moved on. Tessa might or might not be willing to stay on at Stone Creek and look after Snidely and Whiplash.

  He’d dug himself a big hole, with Sophie and with Olivia, and getting out was going to take some doing. Fast-talking wouldn’t pack it.

  Inside the house, Sophie was making a bed for the puppies in a cardboard box fluffed up with an old blanket.

  “Did somebody die?” she asked when Tanner entered the living room.

  The question poleaxed him. Sophie had lost her mother when she was seven years old. Did every crisis prompt her to expect a funeral?

  “I don’t think so, honey,” he said gruffly. He should have hugged her, but he couldn’t move. He just stood there, like a fool, in the middle of the living room.

  Sophie looked at the Christmas tree. “Maybe we could fin
ish decorating tomorrow,” she said. “I don’t feel much like it now.”

  “Me, either,” Tanner admitted. “Let’s take the puppies outside before you bed them down.”

  Sophie nodded, and they put on their coats and each took a puppy.

  The dogs squatted obediently in the thickening snow.

  “I like Olivia,” Sophie said.

  “I do, too,” Tanner replied. Maybe a little too much.

  “It was fun having her here to eat supper with us.”

  Tanner nodded, draped an arm around Sophie’s small shoulders. She felt so little, so insubstantial, inside her bulky nylon jacket.

  “I showed her my new saddle.”

  “It’s a nice piece of gear.”

  The puppies were finished. Tanner scooped one up, and Sophie collected the other. They plodded toward the house, with its half-decorated Christmas tree, peeling wallpaper and outdated plumbing fixtures.

  Flipping this house, Tanner thought ruefully, was going to be a job.

  Once Sophie and the dogs were settled upstairs, in the room she’d declared to be hers, Tanner unplugged the tree lights and wandered into the kitchen to log on at his laptop. He had some supply invoices to look over, fortunately, and that would keep his mind occupied. Keep him from worrying about what had happened in Olivia’s family to knock her off balance like that.

  He could call Brad and ask, of course, but he wasn’t going to do that. It would be an intrusion.

  So he poured himself a cup of lukewarm coffee, drew up a chair at the table and opened his laptop.

  The invoices were there, all right. But they might as well have been written in Sanskrit, for all the sense he could make of them.

  After half an hour he gave up.

  It was too early to go to sleep, so he snapped on the one TV set in the house, a little portable in the living room, and flipped through channels until he found a weather report.

  Snow, snow and more snow.

  He sighed and changed channels again, settled on a holiday rerun of Everybody Loves Raymond. Here, at least, was a family even more dysfunctional than his own.

 

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